My boss stood outside

Until I had arrived…

Put two with two–

Now what did I do–

Readied for some fur flight.

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Didn’t dare say a thing

Until he was asking…

Why I seemed puzzled

I wasn’t muzzled,

Say, what in my mind was turning?

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Generally he’s out waiting,

For reprimand I’m anticipating…

Thought that he

Had it in for me,

Thus my hesitating!

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He thought maybe I was joking–

That’s his new spot for smoking…

Melting relief

No guillotine “brief”

Away with this worry uncloaking!

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–Jonathan Caswell